Thine air
Fountain of love, take me away to the bottom of the unknowns. Wash me there with your darkened waters. Teach me or peel me. Either way I am in the shadow of your spell. Touch, hush, flush, puff me off my foes. Tender to my breasts and give the name of your forehead the same; the same altitude that I would rather go, to fetch, you, me and love, your love. Hush, Touch, puff, flush me away to the ends of your narrative worlds of words. Love.
Short Love Poems |
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